Want More

By Project

Released on August 19, 2018

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{Chorus}

You say you want more

Bitch you ain't shit!

You fucked with my Heart

Now i'm getting lit

Leavin your house late at night, I don't know what's right and whats's wrong

I'm just a youngin out here trynna run this check up for my mom

I relive traumatized moments in my life and put em in songs

I'm smokin so much dope it got me high, i'm fucked up and i'm gone

Smokin all my pain away, that's the only thing i can do right now

Lately I been feeling crazy cause usually i'm with my boo right now

{Verse 1}

Never had shit imma keep goin in. Can't live my life always depending on friends

Niggas be quick to switch up like a tran. I'm runnin low might have to pull me a caper

I jump out the chevy we pull with lasers, full metal jackets to you pussy ass haters

You a comedian, actor, a faker, if you ain't bout loyalty bitch imma shake ya

Im gettin this money it's just me and my dawgs

We runnin it up ain't no time to be stallin

Lately I've been feelin like an angel that fallen

If you ain't bout money, then please don't be callin

I'm snappin like lobsters, i'm gettin real faded

Smokin on skunk got me turn't on the daily

Give me your heart, promise i got you baby

Give you my heart if you promise you'll save me

{Hook}

Savin me, they savin, that money it stay maintainin me

I pull up on scene while they say my name, they cravin me

If i fall right now will you stay or will you put the blame on me?

I cannot go back to the old days when fake friends would fade on me

{Owen's Verse}

I ain't trynna flex, I ain't trynna flex im bout to pull up and fuck on your ex

I ain't trynna flex, I ain't trynna flex im bout to pull up and fuck on your ex

But that's ok, i'm up next. Fuck around imma cash that check

Fuck around you know what's next. Don't hit my line i'm signin checks

I am so fucked up. I don't give no damns, ain't got shit but the contraband

Ridin with yo bitch she ain't got no chance. She sucked my dick, got nut on my pants

Nothing but greatness came out my past except that bitch, that shit won't last

Lucky for me i move on fast, lucky for me i move on fast

I move on fast now. I got that cash, got that cash cow

I'm makin money left and right. Goin right now, right up. You know i got that right stuff. Gonna trun up. I'm gonna get fucked up

I am so fucked up right now. I can't even think real straight

I got bitches in my life and they want me to elaberate on this money, on this fame. They want this car cause it's sane

Imma do it for gang, gonna do it for the chain

{Hook}

Savin me, they savin, that money it stay maintainin me

I pull up on scene while they say my name, they cravin me

If i fall right now will you stay or would you put the blame on me?

I cannot go back to the old days when fake friends would fade on me

{Chorus}

You say you want more

Bitch you ain't shit!

You fucked with my Heart

Now i'm getting lit

Leavin your house late at night, I don't know what's right and whats's wrong

I'm just a youngin out here trynna run this check up for my mom

I relive traumatized moments in my life and put em in songs

I'm smokin so much dope it got me high, i'm fucked up and i'm gone

Smokin all my pain away, that's the only thing i can do right now

Lately I been feeling crazy cause usually i'm with my boo right now

{Verse 2}

Rest in Peace to my nigga that's X

And rest in peace to my dawg young flex

Bitch can't stop blowin up my phone

That's why ion ever be shootin no text

Only need one girl im takin her home

No one compare to me bitch im the best

Rachet ass bitches be callin my phone

Only want smoke cause im commin up next

You like a dog with a bone bitch fetch

You like a rat with no cheese bitch neck

Get out my face put respect on my name. Never gon change always remainin the same

Drivin my car I might switch up my lanes. I been goin- through it no home in the rain

I'm smokin on indica, a violent strain. I'm in it for money, never cared about fame